Irmos: The birthgiving of the Theotokos saved the pious children in the furnace — then in figure, but now in deed — and it moveth all the world to chant to Thee: Hymn ye the Lord and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Night was seen to be like day by those who bore thy relics, O martyr. The place which received thee wast filled with all manner of sweet fragrance. The hordes of the demons were driven far away. And drops of healing are poured forth upon those who exalt Christ supremely for all ages.
Theotokion: The bush, which of old prefigured the strange mystery of thy birthgiving, remained unburnt, O all-immaculate one; for thou gavest birth to the Fire of the Godhead, yet remained unconsumed, O Maiden. Wherefore, we hymn thee for all ages.
How can we hymn thee as is meet, O Virgin: our steadfast help, the preserver of our life, our sure mediatress before thy Son and our God? Him do we hymn and exalt supremely forever!
Irmos: The birthgiving of the Theotokos saved the pious children in the furnace — then in figure, but now in deed — and it moveth all the world to chant to Thee: Hymn ye the Lord and exalt Him supremely for all ages!
Desiring the immortal Bridegroom, thou didst follow in His sweet footsteps, emulating His sufferings and death, O glorious martyr, and crying aloud: Hymn the Lord, O ye works, and exalt Him supremely forever!
O Mary Theotokos, thou all-comely flower, rich fragrance: thou fillest all with sweet savor, savest and deliverest from infirmities, and dispellest the demons; wherefore, we cry out to thee: Rejoice, O helper of all the faithful who pray to thee!
Possessed of unwavering faith, and feeding thy lamp with thy blood as with oil, O martyr, thou didst enter into the bridal-chamber, chanting hymns of heavenly joy: Hymn the Lord, O ye works, and exalt Him supremely forever!
Thou hast shown thyself to be a tower repelling the assaults of the adversary, O Mother of God; for thou hast been revealed as a bulwark and rampart, a refuge of salvation for all who honor thee with ardent hearts.
Desiring to behold the beauty of the Lord and to visit His temple, ascending on the chariot of thy blood thou didst come to Him, chanting: Hymn the Lord, O ye works, and exalt Him supremely forever!
Like David we chant a hymn to thee, calling thee the mountain of God, O all-pure Virgin; for thou hast poured forth upon us the ever-flowing Wellspring. Him do we hymn and exalt supremely forever.
Translated by Isaac Lambertsen. Edition menaion.en.lambertsen.